Guilty As Charged

 

Guilty As Charged

I had to stop the noise
for it had become my failures
from which there had been
no pause for escape
so that I could settle
my scores of ill fate
hidden within human frailties
when I realized who are
we really competing up
or against?
all these imaginary battles
in this hard fought
but easily lost race
other than ourselves
and in that moment
I didn’t even recognize
until I wiped the
condensation off
the bathroom mirror
that it was the woman
in the mirror staring
back at me
with that harsh
judgmental look
upon her face…
—©g.a.meeder, 2017®

 

 

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Mount of The Gallows

Mount of The Gallows

In Orwellian like silence
we sit stunned, circling around
pacing nervously,
skittish on rock bottom
hardened floors of reason that creak
in times of nervous disparity
nodding off into wee hours of daylight
giving the newly elected emperor
in rich man’s clothes
every benefit of doubt
because a falsely inflated ego
needs to come out smelling like a rose
covetously taking every shard
of our rights, our freedoms
offered up like a sacrificial lamb
to a reckless naïveté
dragging it along
with our lady of liberty
mounting her
and all she upholds
high with esteem for
what America once was
for the dreamers who dared
to dream the dream
all the way to the gallows
and nobody hears her screams.

—©g.a.meeder, ®2017

Stolen Thunder

Stolen Thunder

a cynical cold heart
i have become
against all my best
of intentions
my failures
have caught up
drowning out my
spirit of youth
you at one time
could recognise
inside that glimmer
in my eyes
you’d complimented
how it had escaped me
now i must lower
my eyes for i
do want you to
discover how it
has finally gotten
a hold of me
so that it will
not steal your
spirit as well,
become your disease.

—©g.a.meeder, 2017®

Out For A Spin

Out For A Spin

up a hill brimmed hats

bounce in the sun drenched bridge of

green leaved shaded trees

a young boy spins round to see

who’s that, follows behind me?

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®

 

Crestfallen

Lake Erie, Pennsylvania, Sunset, Beach 6, (where the infamous UFO sighting from 1966 was) —*g.a.meeder, 2016, Copyrighted*

Crestfallen

if ever there were

a time on the pages 

of life where we could 

re-write, edit, change

it would be in these

times of the present

where we would most 

assuredly have

kinder ends…

—*g.a.meeder, 2016, Copyrighted*

Say My Piece

Say My Piece

i ain’t gonna stop
saying my piece so
you can just
find another way
to disagree with me
because I got
my rights too
you ain’t pullin
your sheeps woolery
over me with
your tom foolery
you blind sided fool

—©g.a.meeder, 2016,®

Written in response to this comment posted to me on Twitter:

“@fireflywriter Yeah Dangerous to fucking little cunts like you Crawl back under your rock commie cunt. We will find you anyway Numbered days”

My Response back:

“Wow, I am shaking in me boots, that is if I owned a pair so,

NO, I ain’t scared of you sumbitches

yer grandmaw needs ta git a hold on you

and whoop yer britches…”

—©g.a.meeder, 2016,®

 

Star Shower

Star Shower

she had stars in her

eyes, always on YOU, until

you spoke those words that

disintegrated her heart

stars fell crashing to the earth…

—©g.a.meeder, 2016